The Pope began to laugh extremely loud. It was a thunderous noise, as if it would have began to shake the Church itself. "Now, now, my children, this is a good thing! Elizabeth would not have gotten here so easily if her brother had known my true intentions in doing so! You see, she is to be chosen as the new Muse to sing to the dragon." Nearing the ending of the sentence, his voice became dark and serious.

[center][u][b]Anthony[/center][/u][/b]
Anthony, listening to the words, was fine at the beginning. However, as soon as he heard that she was chosen, he launched himself towards the Pope with his blade drawn. At that moment, the Mercenaries were back and began to guard the Pope. Anthony snarled, gripping his blade while he glared at the large man, standing behind the elite fighters. "[i]Now, now, Anthony, that is no way to react to such a thing! You should be joyful to know that she is given such a grand role...and besides...you wouldn't pull a blade on an innocent, old, Pope, would you?[/i]" He smiled again. Anthony sighed out, giving in. Sheathing his sword, he sat down next to Elizabeth, staring at the Pope.

[center][u][b]Elizabeth[/center][/u][/b]
She watched in horror at her brothers actions. She was just about to stand up quickly to grab her brothers arm, when he suddenly gave in. He usually would never act in such a manner...she was confused at her picking as well. A sudden shock of excitement and panic waved over her. When Anthony sat down next to her, she held his hand to reassure him, smiling. "It'll be okay, Anthony...we'll get through this together." He only smiled back at her...but she could tell it was a fake smile.